I've read enough food writing to know that way up North, Italian transplants and their offspring love a good Sunday sauce. The stories are often the same, a nostalgic reflection of nonna cooking up her famous meatballs and lasagna for the entire family gathered around the table. I must admit, the prose is often sweet enough to make this Southern girl want to move to Jersey. Well, almost...
Instead, I'll just have to make myself some meatballs. Considering I didn't grow up with a secret family recipe, it's taken me quite some time to find one I deemed worthy of all the sentimental hype. But then I tried these. And these just might give Italian grandmothers everywhere a run for their olive oil.
Leave it to The Mozza Cookbook, of Nancy Silverton fame, to be the keeper of the ultimate meatball recipe. When I lived in Los Angeles, Mozza was just two blocks from my Melrose apartment. You couldn't get a dinner reservation to save your life, but if you got there early enough at lunchtime you could experience the wonder that is their burrata caprese or prosciutto di parma pizza. It seems everything Nancy touches turns to culinary gold.
So yes, the Mozza meatballs were quite divine: I served them with spaghetti and a lightly dressed arugula salad. It was pure dinner-time bliss. Were they a good idea to make on a Wednesday? Probably not. Turns out there's good reason to make them on a weekend. (It's called time.) But tomorrow's meatball subs might make me forget that tiny little detail. And the meatball margherita pizza come Friday? All is forgiven. Heck, maybe I'll even make them again on Sunday, to share with those I love.